Beating Tree - Poem by Beating Tree
I wish to die when my beating tree has no more leaves and the world thinks I’m ugly.
I wish to live when the leaves on my beating tree shine beautifully and the world thinks I’m lovely.
I wish to never exist when my beating tree burns down everything and I think of my-self horribly.
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